the dream

having lost my wallet
the other day, and
my keys, and my sense
of direction, i found
myself walking alone
across the key bridge,
the wind was stiff
despite the sky being
egg blue and white
with swirls of clouds,
hand whipped like cotton
candy. and i refused
to believe that it was
just a dream, that
i was sleeping. i
enjoyed this lack of
knowing who i was, or
where i was going.
the sense of being lost
felt like the best place
to be, all things
considered. it's okay,
i reasoned in my sleep.
this is fine. this
place where i am, where
i am not.